LOVE LETTER FROM A SCIENTIST
I AM NOT A POET. I AM A SCIENTIST. I CAN MEASURE THE EXACT FREQUENCY OF YOUR VOICE WHEN YOU SPEAK MY NAME, BUT I CANNOT EXPLAIN HOW IT RESONATES WITH SUCH PERFECT CLARITY DOWN MY SPINE. I CAN DESCRIBE THE PROCESS BY WHICH YOU INHERITED YOUR MOTHER'S HAIR AND YOU FATHER'S SMILE, BUT I CANNOT EXPLAIN WHERE THE TWINKLING GALAXIES IN YOUR EYES CAME FROM. I AM BAFFLED BY THE APPARENT GRAVITATIONAL ANOMALY THAT DRAWS ME TO YOU WITH A FORCE FAR TOO GREAT FOR YOUR SIZE. I KNOW OF NO WAY TO QUANTIFY THE VOLUME OF YOUR PRESENCE IN A ROOM. I AM NOT A POET. I AM A SCIENTIST. PROSE IS NOT MY SPECIALTY. I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO COMBINE WORDS TO CRAFT SONOROUS VERSES AS EASILY AS I COMBINE CHEMICALS IN A FLASK, BUT KNOW THIS - TO ME, YOU ARE EVERY BIT AS FASCINATING AS THE VIEW THROUGH A MICROSCOPE. TO ME, YOU ARE A MYSTERY GREATER THAN ANY CAT IN A BOX, AND ARE FRAUGHT WITH AS MUCH UNCERTAINTY. EACH DAY BRINGS NEW UNDERSTANDINGS OF YOU, AND THE KNOWLEDGE THAT THERE IS STILL FAR MORE TO DISCOVER. I AM NOT A POET. I AM A SCIENTIST, AND THERE IS NOTHING A SCIENTIST LOVES MORE THAN THE PURSUIT OF DISCOVERY. -utterlybanjaxed.tumblr.com
